Harvest
A feast on your honour
Gold, silver and our first harvest
I also give to you my only son,
firstborn .
Treat him well
Paint your walls with
flowers from his blood
Leaves , buds and thorns in red.
I give to you a white lamb ,
A first born too .
Copyright © Sitabz Garg | Year Posted 2018
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